Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Syria and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Wake to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Dark Day. All the underground hits.
All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shoche record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harpers Bizarre record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Litter,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Dead C,
Gang of Four,
Throbbing Gristle,
Fugazi,
Reuben Wilson,
Con Funk Shun,
Matthew Halsall,
Saccharine Trust,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Toni Rubio,
The Zeros,
Jimmy McGriff,
X-102,
Maleditus Sound,
Susan Cadogan,
the Human League,
the Slits,
Depeche Mode,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Hasil Adkins,
The Stooges,
Bobby Womack,
Goldenarms,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Godley & Creme,
Ohio Players,
Sarah Menescal,
The Mojo Men,
Malaria!,
Livin' Joy,
Electric Prunes,
Rosa Yemen,
Audionom,
Interpol,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Arcadia,
The Remains,
The Blues Magoos,
Royal Trux,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Offenders,
Black Sheep,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Darondo,
Yaz,
Eric B and Rakim,
Nick Fraelich,
PIL,
Silicon Teens,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Banda Bassotti,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Minny Pops,
The Sisters of Mercy,
This Heat,
Ultra Naté,
Oneida,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.